Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 113 The motorcycle driver is a real talent!
It's worth noting that spatial element materials are quite rare.

The quality of the several different-dimensional stones purchased from the association before was not as good as this one, but each one cost eight thousand spirit crystals.

"Brother, that's a bit disrespectful of me," the motorcycle driver joked. "I have some status and connections in the industry. If you need anything in the future, just come to me. I know people in the same industry in several major cities around here."

Wu Xian clicked his tongue and nodded. After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about this? I'll take all your mines, and I'll gather the remaining six Yin Generals for you. How about that?"

"Really?" The motorcycle taxi driver was both surprised and delighted. "But wouldn't you be losing out like that?"

“Not bad at all,” Wu Xian shook his head and smiled. “If there are any other spatial stones or other minerals with spatial attributes later, I’ll take them all.”

“No problem, no problem,” the motorcycle driver said happily. “It really is better to work with a scroll artist than with those people under the mayor, who are all ruthless in their attempts to drive down prices.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian was taken aback. "Brother has been cooperating with the mayor's people all along?"

"I'd say they're one of our main clients," the guy nodded. "They ship quickly from there, and they take all kinds of ore."

"What does the mayor need so many rare minerals for?"

Wu Xian frowned in confusion. In his memory, the mayor was not a scroll painter and did not have any special industries under his command. Logically speaking, he should not need so many rare minerals.

"Who knows?" the motorcycle driver said dismissively. "Maybe it's smuggling for profit? Or maybe they're supplying the Dengfeng Dojo?"

Wu Xian nodded thoughtfully, "By the way, have you ever heard of Demonite?"

"What, do you need something, bro?"

"Brother, you can get it?" Wu Xian was both surprised and delighted.

The motorcycle driver smiled slightly, "It seems like one of these appeared in Shuangluo Market next door a couple of days ago. I'll ask around for you later."

"Good work."

Wu Xian took a deep breath and couldn't help but re-examine the old man in front of him.

There's a saying that goes, "Never underestimate anyone."

Goodness, he even has connections to high-end items like Demonite, he's definitely a talent!

"You're welcome~" The motorcycle driver smiled confidently, "From now on, whenever you hear about any minerals, come and ask me first. I guarantee it will be cheaper than if you get it through other channels."

Wu Xian became more and more excited as he listened: "What about the Crimson Gold Stone, Dimensional Mica, Spiritual Energy Essence... and so on?"

"Sure thing, I'll keep an eye out for you later." The older brother nodded knowingly.

"Please be sure to let me know if you have any news about these kinds of minerals," Wu Xian said, almost bursting with excitement. "Money is no object."

“Why are you being so polite with me, brother?” The older brother’s eyes showed a hint of admiration. “It would be an honor for us miners to be able to help your scroll painting career.”

This time, the guy dropped the pretense and directly admitted to being a "mining hog".

……

Shortly after incorporating all the ghost soldiers and returning to the North District.

The motorcycle driver then sent a message about the demon stone, saying that the other party could deliver the goods tomorrow.

This made Wu Xian extremely excited.

I was just worried about how difficult it was to get the scrolls depicting the Ten Great Underworld Generals, but with this Demonic Stone, I can now directly consider the Ten Kings of Hell.

When the time comes, once I incorporate Master Sister's Ghost Emperor set into my repertoire, I can permanently leech off a wave of Divine Diagram Condensation Points from her for free.

He immediately calmed down and patiently sensed the information within the remains of the strange beast.

"If I add another piece of Blazing Firebird feather, I should be able to make the [Zhen Water Worm], which is also one of the Seven Mansions of the Vermilion Bird," Wu Xian analyzed and felt the characteristics of the alien insect corpse. "Some insect demon races and some mythical beasts from mountains and seas should also be quite suitable."

In a daze, Wu Xian suddenly thought of someone.

He immediately made a video call to Zhou Qi, "Hey~ Brother Zhou, I have something good here, do you want it?"

"What is it?" Zhou Qi asked curiously.

“Rare material,” Wu Xian said with a smile, “and it’s rare material left behind by a King-level Zerg.” “Wait a moment, I’ll be right there.”

Zhou Qi's breath hitched for a moment, and he immediately rushed towards the north block.

Shortly after, Zhou Qi knocked on the door and came in, his face flushed with excitement. "Where is it? Let me see!"

Wu Xian placed a huge alien insect rib on the table. "Well, the first thing I thought of when I got this corpse was Brother Zhou."

"What's the price?" Zhou Qi got straight to the point.

“We’re brothers, why talk about money? Just take it.” Wu Xian grinned.

"..." Zhou Qi said irritably, "Brother Wu, you can just say it directly."

"Hehe," Wu Xian said, no longer hiding anything. "I heard from my master that your Zhou family seems to have a set of precious ancient documents. I wonder if that's true or not?"

Zhou Qi frowned slightly: "Brother Wu wants to see?"

"Yes."

“Although ancient materials are quite rare, if I may be so bold, my family’s materials may not be useful to Brother Wu.” Zhou Qi pondered, “Most of them are things I saw and heard during the era of change. The inspiration for my current set of divine diagrams came from them.”

"It's alright," Wu Xian said nonchalantly, "I just want to learn about some of the history of the era of mutation."

Just kidding, he has so many ideas for drawing scrolls in his head that he can't even use them all, so naturally he doesn't care whether that information can bring him any real inspiration.

“In that case, I’ll trouble you to come with me, Brother Wu,” Zhou Qi said, getting up. “Speaking of which, my father has always wanted to meet you, Brother Wu.”

Subsequently, led by Zhou Qi, they visited the Zhou family for the first time.

Having received advance notice, Zhou Hong, the head of the Zhou family, personally went out to greet Wu Xian, showing him great enthusiasm.

"Young friend Wu Xian, it's an honor to meet you!" Zhou Hong greeted Wu Xian warmly. "You're quite the celebrity in Yaoyang City these days."

"Uncle is too kind," Wu Xian replied politely.

"Xiaoqi told me you're interested in the ancient documents my family has?"

Wu Xian nodded and said, "To be honest, long before I became a scroll painter, I was full of curiosity about the mysterious era of the interdimensional invasion a thousand years ago."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hong was slightly taken aback.

In the past, most of the scroll painters who came to see this document were looking for ideas and inspiration for their own scroll paintings.
This is the first time I've met someone who is simply interested in that dark era.

At least in his view, it was not a good era. The world fell apart in just a few years, and humanity was extremely vulnerable in the face of extradimensional monsters, almost on the verge of extinction.

This is why it is so difficult to preserve materials from that era.

"Speaking of which, why does your Zhou family have records from that era?" Wu Xian asked curiously.

Zhou Hong explained, "My Zhou family ancestor was one of the few survivors of that era, and also one of the first superhumans to awaken the ability to cultivate spiritual energy. Later, he was fortunate enough to meet a first-generation scroll painter and eventually survived until the day the disaster ended."

"So, your Zhou family's history is as old as the Xue family's?" Wu Xian asked in surprise.

“We can’t compare to a founding family like the Xue family,” Zhou Hong said with a self-deprecating laugh. “It’s just that our ancestors were all quite capable, managing to survive until today.”

"Uncle is too modest."

In Wu Xian's view, any family that can be passed down for thousands of years is not simple.

Because if any unfilial descendant emerges in the middle, the entire family lineage could be destroyed.

Zhou Hong didn't deny anything. After arriving at the family's secret room, he presented an ancient wooden box to Wu Xian, saying, "Please take good care of these documents. It's not easy for them to have survived."

"I will take good care of myself."

Wu Xian took a deep breath and slowly opened the wooden box.

Inside the box was a worn-out book and a thick stack of manuscript paper of different textures and sizes, covered with children's scribbles, some even drawn with charcoal.

(End of this chapter)